Thomas Sangster & Newt Imagines

Broken arrows || TBS-part 3

Jack was a real blessing in helping me choose the best design for the baby's room. I liked all of them, so for me was practically impossible to choose just one.

"We don't know yet if the baby's going to be a girl or a boy" I informed the designer, a middle aged man with black hair and formal clothes, named Sam.

"There's no problem. You can always choose lightly purple for the walls and a similar shade of purple for the furniture", he said showing me 3 different models. "It works both for girls and for boys. You can't choose wrong with purple."

"I guess purple is fine", I agreed after I saw them.

"Now, Mr. Sangster said that something simple would be perfect, but he agreed on adding anything you'd like."

I sneaked a peek at Jack to ask for his opinion but he just nodded meaning that I should stay on purple, simple design. "Too many different styles would be exhausted for the eye and I'd suggest not to many corners", he just said.

"Yeah, not too many corners", I agreed. "Keep it simple, but add some personality."

Sam smiled and wrote something on a paper, before handed me the schedule of the entire work that has to be done. "I'd say it will take me about four months to get everything done", he explained. "First the walls, then the furniture."

"That's fine."

"Okay then Mrs. Sangster, I guess I'll see you next Monday!"

We shook hands and said goodbye. Jack and I went home with his car, since Thomas' car was at Ava that day. On the way back home I felt something like a slightly hit in my belly, but of course it was too early for the baby to start kicking. So I just frowned and took a deep breath, trying to relax. Maybe it was a cramp, maybe I ate something the baby didn't like.

So when we got home, I went straight to the bathroom. That was the moment when I saw for the first time the damn spotting. It was just a little pink spot on my panties, so slightly pink that it was almost invisible.

I didn't have any idea what that tiny spot was. I thought that maybe it was from my intimate body lotion which was also pink. So I stopped thinking about it for the rest of the day. But I was about to call Tasha in order to ask her about the cramp I felt. Then I stopped, maybe it was just a stupid cramp. I made a note to myself that I would call her if I was going to feel it again. But it never happened.

So for the rest of the day I cleaned the house and made dinner. I hoped Thomas would call, because I was missing his voice already. But he didn't so I just sent him a quick message: "I chose purple with simple design. Everything is fine, except the fact that I miss you so damn much! Take care, I love you!". When he didn't reply I frowned and turned the light off; maybe he was busy or asleep. He would reply later, I was sure about that. As I was laying in bed later that night I started to think about our new life and our unborn baby. And I felt happy, lucky and blessed. I married my best friend and the love of life and in a few months we were going to become parents. I smiled at the thought and touched my belly, gently caressing the skin. I closed my eyes and fell asleep with this beautiful image of our family in my mind.

It was 3 in the morning when I felt a sudden pain in my belly again. So powerful that it just woke me up from sleep. It felt as if thousands knives were stabbing me in the same time.

"Jack!" I screamed. "Something's wrong, get the car!"

He was in my room in a second. I had the phone in my hand, being ready to call Tasha when Jack pulled away the covers from above me to help me get out of bed. And that was the moment when I saw the whole disaster: a massive pool of blood covering my legs and the sheets under my body.